I have an appointment with my psychologist tomorrow. If anyone wants to hop in my pocket for that, it's at 8 am. I feel the appointment is going to be really emotional and rough, as I am going to try to bring up some repressed emotions. Sounds like fun, right?
I'm not to sure as to how this will go. I don't really want to cry, but if I talk about these things, I know I will. But I know it's necessary. And I hope it goes all right tomorrow.
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There are so many things wrong with me, and sometimes I believe there is more than what is diagnosed. I fear never healing, being left alone to crawl this heartless, cruel world. I hate myself so much, and sometimes, as much as I hate them, all I really want is a heartfelt hug. Will I ever make it through this thing called life? Or will I drown in the darkest depths of the ocean? Only time can tell. As for now, I just hide and I fear. This
is, and will always be my life.
